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[hearsthesea]

Who: Three Twins crew and any visitors that come by!
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Three Twins
When: The month of July

[How's everyone doing with that gifting tree on the planet? Any good souvenirs? Hopefully everyone's had a decently musical month around here.]

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[foxpas]

Who: Aria and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now

[When the feed first turns on, it's showing nothing but a blank wall on the Hospitality Deck, though there are scratching sounds as the camera shakes.]

As this the right way? How do you use this...? Ah!

[The camera is turned around, showing a teenage girl in a medieval-looking tunic. Also, she has fox ears and a tail, so that's probably notable.]

Is this it...? I think it's working now...

I never expected I would be brought to another world like this again, yet I suppose that was my own failing in neglecting my preparations... Good morning, all who see this message. My name is Aria Forte, and I seem to have been abducted, in the same manner as all others here. There is much I do not understand, so I seek aid and knowledge of this situation. Where we are, how we have been brought here, matters of that sort.

Also, specifically, I seek knowledge on our captors, and what must be done to free us. If they are gods or mortals, and if there are any plans in the making to bring them to justice. I will lend my blade to any such attempts. On my honor as a knight, I will do all I can for those here.

[She sounds absolutely serious, apparently assuming the Fleet is much more dangerous than it is.]

Ah, also... As a final note, if any have heard the name 'Henwen', I would speak with you. They are my comrades, and I would like to hear if any are known here.

I am grateful for any information given to me. Thank you for your time.

[With that, she raises her arm over her chest in a salute, and then... the feed shakes for a while as she tries to figure out how to turn it off, before cutting out.]

001

[greaser]

Who: Dallas Winston
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now!

[ When the feed flickers to life, the network is greeted by the face of a young man who can't be older than seventeen or eighteen--albeit a very old seventeen or eighteen. He's a bit disheveled, dressed in a beaten denim jacket that could possibly be sporting quite a bit of dried blood on it if you look closely enough.

It's definitely something else to take in, but still, he surveys the camera with a cool smirk and a look of calm disinterest. ]

What's a guy gotta do to get a pack of cigarettes around here?

[ The important things. He chuckles, ducking his head to gaze out a window. He doesn't allow himself to be fazed by what he sees, no matter how the terrifying unfamiliarity of it all may twist his gut into knots. You never let them break you, whoever "them" may be here. ]

Glory, and here I thought Hell was gonna look a whole lot different than this. Alright, kids-- [ His gaze snaps back to the camera, still as cool and calm as ever. ] This place looks out of it. I ain't supposed to be here, but I may as well ask: What's there to do for kicks around here? I ain't savvy on staring at trees til I get sick, you dig?

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[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Three Twins, Space Bar, and Planet
When: July 21st

[The change in Vash over the past month or so is subtle. Only those who spend a lot of time around him or know him well will have probably noticed. As of late though the smile that’s normally on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. It’s still big and there, but just lacking a small something. He’s not as loud and rambunctious as he is normally. Still full of pep and annoyance, but again there’s a slight undertone of simply going through the motions of what’s expected.

He still shows up where expected. Bakeries ordering mountains of donuts. On the beach enjoying the sounds of the ocean. Cooking at the Space Bar. Laughing and enjoying life as normal. Although, if he doesn’t notice someone around at times he can be caught staring off into the distances. The mask nearly breaking for a moment during these moments as a frown tries to break through. Then with a shake of his head it’s gone and the normal Vash is back.

Hopefully people ordering food during Vash’s shifts at the Space Bar like well done food. Whoops.

Then the day he hates every year arrives. July 21st. The anniversary of the destruction of the city of July. Or at least, as best as he can figure by the fleet’s calendar.

Today Vash sits quietly on the beach, uneaten donuts and bottle of whiskey sitting next to him, and he can’t muster the strength to even pretend to smile. Not today; even though he tried earlier.

It’s at this moment Vash’s communicator he had placed in the sand decides to turn on. Catching him just as he stands with the whiskey in his hand. He considers the bottle a moment, twisting it in his hand, before opening it and pouring it slowly out onto the sand.]

I’m sorry, that this is all I can do for now. I promise, I’ll find a way back one day. I’m not running away this time. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. I’m so sorry.

Action: Marsiva, Network: Video

[flawless_precision]

Who: Captain Phasma and you!
Broadcast: Opening Video
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

On the Marsiva

[This is not the first time Phasma has awoken somewhere strange in her underwear, but two times is too many and by the time she's dressed and vacated her room (which didn't take long), she's definitely wearing a marked scowl. Dressed in the crisp white uniform she had in Blanc, complete with cape, she stalks her surroundings and does her best to get her bearings.]

[At least the level of technology here seems to be closer to what she's used to.]


Video

[The feed that's running when she arrives gets everything up until the moment she's dressed and ready to go and notice the device. A brief closeup of her face as she picks it up, inspects it, and then the feed cuts.]

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[aigue]

Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle

[Text]

[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?

( [Action] )

video. the giving tree.

[collegedropout]

[Sam's very much content with what he got from the giving tree. But of course, in the calmness of the world around them, he can't help but wonder more on everyone else — his memory box sits on his bed, some of the contents sitting outside of the box, some of which are pictures of his family, of odd things like a fake amulet, and a retirement home brochure. There's more in there just waiting to be dug through for the sake of nostalgia, but first...]

ATTACHMENT: THE_GIVING_TREE

You know, being a Silverstein fan, one of my favorite books growing up was The Giving Tree.  

I don't really know why. I mean, it's a depressing story, you know? Hell, it messed with me as a kid, I mean real little, and I remember asking why that tree kept giving up parts of itself for such a jerk. I get it when he's a kid, sure. Kids are kids. But the rest... I always remembered how good the tree was — and how I swore I would never be such an ass if I ever met that tree. Crossed my heart.

I guess I sort of did meet a giving tree on this planet, and the tree gave me some... really, really great stuff. 

[He holds up some pictures, the one on top a clear picture of him as a baby with his family. He's so very pleased to have these here.

Maybe he'll offer some to Dean; he's not sure if his brother is interested in photos anymore, but... screw it, he'll offer anyway.] 

So — thanks for that, tree. I'm content.

What'd you guys get?